That Bastard Bird

If I made you nervous
It was never on purpose
I'm purposeless
I'm a cat in the sun room
I chase remnants of the heat
Around the afternoon

I'm tired of the bird call
I'm never gonna catch that bastard bird
They moved around your old room
Now the house smells of cleaning chemicals

The crystal's throwing colours
Tiny spears of colour
And I am colourblind
I'm re-reading your memoir
Like I'm looking for a lit match
In a roaring fire

The torment of the bird call
I'm never gonna forget what you said
"They'll rob you of your claws
And nest like snipes inside your head"

I don't know where the conversation went
Seems no one ever returns the books you lend
I don't know where the conversation went
And the monster in the TV is back again

I'm mimicking the bird call
I'm never gonna sing like that bastard bird
The kitchen is a show room
I hate that it's so cold and clinical

I'm tired of the bird call
I'm never gonna catch that bastard bird
They moved around your old room
Now the house smells of cleaning chemicals



Credits
Writer(s): Lee Switzer-woolf
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